The first thousand three hundred and seventeenth chapter to sow discord
Bai Fengming's right arm was injured. The injury was not serious. If he was at the peak of his cultivation, it would not be worth mentioning. However, when all his magic power was sealed and his body was reduced to a mortal body, it became neither light nor heavy. What's more,
He will have to rely on his partially disabled arms to climb mountains later.
For more than half a month, he relied on a strong force to hold him down. The bone-deep wounds from the tiger's claws continued to break, and the blood that flowed out soaked his sleeves.
No one helped him, no one even waited for him, and he never had any expectations for Wuyuan and the demon cultivators. As for Liu Qinghuan, it was even less likely that they would come back to help him.
Even though his right hand was almost useless, when he finally climbed to the top of the mountain and regained his magic power, Bai Fengming did not heal his injuries immediately, but quickly checked the situation on the top of the mountain.
Seeing the wide and open flat square, the tall jade platform, and the figures of Wuyuan and others on the stone steps, Bai Fengming gasped violently after a slight start, and half-knelt on the ground.
Smelling the smell of blood coming from his clothes, Bai Fengming suppressed some of his crazy thoughts and began to deal with the injury perfunctorily, while his mind was running rapidly, judging the current situation.
Why are those people still climbing the stone steps? Moreover, it seems that Liu Qinghuan, who was the first to go up the mountain, climbed the slowest and has only climbed the eighth level of stone steps now.
His eyes looking at Liu Qinghuan were filled with various complex emotions, including jealousy, jealousy, suspicion, greed and murderous intent... Perhaps the last emotion accidentally revealed too much. Liu Qinghuan, who was meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes!
The two of them looked at each other across the wide square. Their former friendship had long been worn away by time, leaving only the cold reality.
Facing Liu Qinghuan's cold gaze, Bai Fengming felt a little guilty for some reason, but with a trademark honest smile on his face, he averted his eyes first and flew towards the stone steps on the side of Wuyuan and others.
There was no sound, but Liu Qinghuan knew that those people were talking. He lowered his head and thought for a moment, and the Qianqiu Samsara pen appeared in his hand and was hidden under his wide sleeves.
Compared to Wu Yuan in the late Mahayana period, Bai Fengming gave him a worse feeling.
When they met at the entrance of the valley, they were far away from each other. He only noticed that the other party's energy and blood were turbulent, as if he was possessed by a demon. Later, after entering the secret realm, his cultivation was suppressed and he couldn't feel it. But now, the two are only a dozen feet apart, and the other party is
The abnormality in cultivation became more obvious.
Bai Fengming's aura was very strange, and there was a faint hint of extremely dangerous bloodthirsty, like a ferocious beast lurking in the dark that would suddenly burst out and hurt people at some unknown time.
Liu Qinghuan's eyes slightly lowered, and he became more and more vigilant: He didn't know what the other party had experienced in these years, how he had been promoted to Mahayana so quickly, and how he had lost all the purity and integrity that an orthodox Taoist cultivator should have.
At this time, Bai Fengming had already found out from the three demon cultivators what happened before he reached the top of the mountain. When he heard one of them talking in a disdainful tone, Liu Qinghuan advised them not to rush to the high platform, but to cultivate on the spot.
Practicing, Bai Fengming couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart.
He looked up and saw that after three days of hard work, the last three demon cultivators had climbed forty or fifty levels of stone steps. Wuyuan climbed even higher, reaching more than seventy levels.
"You are saying..." Bai Fengming looked hesitant: "Every time you step on these stone steps, a wisp of Taoism will rise, and you have scattered all the Taoism?"
"Yes." A demonic cultivator replied: "If we don't break up, can we really sit down and meditate? There is no need to waste time!"
"The meaning of the Tao, the meaning of the Tao, I understand!" Bai Fengming clapped his hands, then looked at the people on the stone steps and sighed: "Oh, you have all been deceived by him!"
Several demon cultivators cast puzzled glances, and even Wuyuan, who had never looked at him, turned back and looked down.
"Everyone thinks that my senior brother is upright and generous, but in fact he is very thoughtful and cunning." Bai Fengming said: "On the surface, he advises you to sit down and practice, but in fact, you are more anxious to climb up.
, this is in His way."
"What do you mean?" A demon cultivator looked at Bai Fengming suspiciously.
"Don't you understand?" Bai Fengming sneered: "My senior brother was actually right at the beginning and took advantage of your eagerness for quick success and your suspicion and hostility towards him. The so-called prevention is actually encouragement."
"But he only gave one word of advice and said nothing more. Moreover, he himself did give up being the first one to go up to the jade platform, and has been studying the meaning of Tao..." After the man said this, he finally came back to his senses,
His expression changed: "Tao's intention!"
Everyone's eyes fell on the stone steps. Bai Fengming said: "The problem must lie in these Taoist ideas. Haven't you ever thought that this is a dojo? What is the dojo built for? Of course it is training. And
The Taoist meanings left by these ancient immortals are the greatest treasure of this dojo!"
Seeing that the expressions of several people had changed, he continued: "Furthermore, since this place is an immortal dojo, how could the immortal allow you to easily climb to the jade platform where he preaches? So you probably won't be able to climb to the top."
"You're right!" The early stage Mahayana demon cultivator, who had the lowest cultivation level among the group, said with great regret: "Now that I have reached the forty-fifth level, I already feel quite strenuous. Every step I take feels like I am being crushed to pieces.
, I no longer dare to dream of climbing up the Jade Platform. What should I do? Is it still too late for me to practice now?"
The demonic cultivator anxiously walked back and forth on the stone steps, looking towards Wu Yuan above for help.
Wuyuan's face was dark, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Bai Fengming said: "Of course you have time, there are still so many stone steps for you to practice, but..."
He shook his head with regret on his face: "You have broken the spirit of Dao, and the stone steps you have already stepped on may be useless. Alas, so you have all been deceived by my senior brother!"
If Liu Qinghuan heard what Bai Fengming said, he would definitely applaud: What a wonderful way to sow discord!
The demon cultivator in the early stage of Mahayana went down a few stone steps to try. Sure enough, no Taoist intention arose after passing by, and he could not continue to climb up. It meant that the way back was cut off and the way forward was cut off. This trip to the secret realm
The trip was completely in vain, so he couldn't help but became furious and shouted: "Qinglin!" He rushed down suddenly!
Although the other two people still had some strength left, they were about to reach their limit under the pressure of the immortal. When they saw someone going to settle accounts with Liu Qinghuan, they thought about it and followed them.
Seeing the three of them running towards the next door, Bai Fengming couldn't help but smile proudly. He raised his head and met Wuyuan's deep gaze.
He tightened the corners of his mouth and said in an angry tone: "Master, Qinglin is too hateful. Haven't you always wanted to kill him? Now is a good opportunity! But I think the Taoist friends of Maoguang and
He's no match for me now, so I'm afraid you'll have to take action."
Wuyuan looked condescendingly at Bai Fengming below, with no expression on his face. After a while, he suddenly raised his hand and saw a strong wind roaring down with lightning speed!
Bai Fengming didn't expect Wuyuan to fall out as soon as he said so. He heard a "pop" sound and a harsh slap in the face, causing him to fly away and fall heavily on the hard jade ground.
Wu Yuan waved his hand and removed the sound barrier that Bai Fengming had put up before, and said coldly: "I am not interested in knowing about the feud between you and your fellow senior brother, and I don't need to pursue you for borrowing a knife to kill people, because it's just a few of me.
I was stupid first and was taken advantage of by you. But if I take advantage of you, do you want to die?"